Det. Charlie Vincent: What is this, a conspiracy to ruin my evening?
Vince Rizzo: Did you sleep outside last night?
Vince Jr.: No, no, no. I did heroin with a bunch of prostitutes at the Plaza Hotel. I'm thinking of becoming a pimp.
Vince Rizzo: Good. I'll see you later.
Leonard Dekkom: How did you do that?
President Andrew Palma: Because I'm the goddamn President of the United States.
President Andrew Palma: It's genocide.
Leonard Dekkom: You call it genocide... I call it "pre-emptive strike".
Freddy Ross: You think if she could see she'd hang around with an old dog like you? Your stomach's going around to meet itself behind your back.
Sgt. John Berlin: Bullshit. I'm in my prime, baby.
Freddy Ross: Bits.
Sgt. John Berlin: What do you mean "bits"?
Freddy Ross: Policeman's bodies age at different rates. Look at me... I got a belly in its 50's, my balls are in their 60's and my feet are in their 80's.
Sgt. John Berlin: We'd better get back to that dump.
Freddy Ross: No way. I'm not going back.
Freddy Ross: You might find someone's prick in a hot dog roll.
Sgt. John Berlin: We're going.
Amedeo Modigliani: Tell me, Pablo, how do you make love to a cube?
Pablo Picasso: Why do you hate me so much?
Amedeo Modigliani: I love you, Pablo. It's myself I hate.
Terry Benedict: You think this is funny?
Danny Ocean: Well, Terry, it sure as shit ain't sad.
Terry Benedict: The last time we talked, you hung up on me.
Rusty Ryan: You used nasty words.
